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Thanks again everyone and here's a new chapter in the Frozen/Call of Duty crossover.
Kristoff had absolutely no idea where or when he was. With everything that had happened, escaping from Spetsnaz troops, running with two men who were on mission, being chased by soldiers equipped with weapons that almost related to weapons from the four soldiers he'd become to know, travelling in a transport that he could never have imagined being a man of the nineteenth century and riding on a reindeer for a good majority of his life.
Those weren't the parts that scared him most…What scared was he had been left with more questions then answers. Who was Clarke? What did he mean about "the numbers?" What was a Nazi? What is the CIA?
"Who are you people?" Kristoff asked.
The man who was driving in the front was given a gesture by "Weaver" to stop the van momentarily.
"Jason Hudson, CIA." Hudson said.
"Grigori Weaver." Weaver said.
One of Hudson's men then put a needle through Kristoff and he instantly began to feel drowsiness.
"It's only a necessary precaution." Hudson assured as Kristoff drifted out of consciousness.
Date: September 17, 1942
Location: Stalingrad, Russia
Time: 0600 Hours
Hans was in a daze…hearing the voice of a little girl crying out about Nazis and explaining to him his deepest fears of the future conflict of war. As he opened his eyes and he regained his senses, he could see that he was right in the middle of it. Everywhere around a fountain lay the decaying bodies of soldiers…Soldiers who appeared to have the same kind of attire and markings to that of the soldier he knew as Nikolai.
He stayed still as men in grey uniforms were coming around to inspect the bodies for survivors. Hans went limp and tried to stay as still as possible so he may have a chance of living. The hard part of it was resisting temptation to puke with from the smell. He was able to hold on and the soldiers who came to inspect eventually went away after finishing off a couple of struggling, dying Russian soldiers.
As Hans began to crawl forward, he felt a tug at his side and saw a young soldier who was lucky enough to survive the massacre.
"Are they gone…?" He asked, quietly
"I…I think so…" Hans replied, whispering.
"I've never seen you in this division, are you one of us?"
Hans looked down at himself to see that he was still in his original attire from when he was in Arrendelle. "No…I don't have a clue where I am…" Hans looked over near a soldier and saw his sword. He grabbed it then continued whispering. "But I'm not with them either."
"Sssh…" Came another voice.
Both the soldier and Hans looked over to another Russian survivor. He looked much older with a beard and had a bloody bandage wrapped around a stump on his right index finger.
"I need your help…" The man said, grabbing a sniper rifle.
"Yes sir…Right away Sergeant Reznov."
"Dimitri Petrenko isn't it? And who is that man beside you?"
Back in the Siberian wasteland, the four actors continued to assist the trapped soldiers in their attempt to teleport away for Richtofen to complete his plan. There were struggles…
"Oooh, is BLINKY LIGHT! HEY, what this button do?"
"NIKOLAI! NOOOOOOO!"
"Oh great Nikolai, you just activated the MDT security system."
"GOOD."
"Excuse me ya, your side…the handsome one. We need you to locate the power source source for the security systems. They look like half domes with a hole on the top, kind of like a big…"
"A big what Edward?"
"Um…You know what? FORGET IT. I have a lady in here who is totally NOT a royal highness, high disciplined icy lady who takes EVERYTHING SO SERIOUSLY. So um…ah…Just destroy those and the security systems should go offline."
So the actors went around, still avoiding the undead Geroge Romero and destroyed every last of the devices.
"Ok…That did the trick."
"Ah yes…Takeo can you hand me that screwdriver-"
"BLAAH!"
"Takeo, are you alright…"
"Hate time travel Queen…Hate it…"
"Is that all you're going to do this trip?"
"He's just a little sick Doc- Wait, can't you do something?"
"Nein Elsa, I'm busy right now…Once we're out of here, the side effects will fade and Takeo will be uh…ONE HAPPY BOSHIDO, YA?"
"Oh boy I have such headache…I NEED VODKA."
"This is not the time to drink Nikolai."
"I heartily disagree your majesty…Is always perfect time for drink…"
"Hmm…Good IDEA."
"Really Richtofen?"
"Sorry my lady but you know what's worse than seeing Nikolai drunk?"
"His third wife?"
"Nein Dempsey…I can't imagine how much chaos would rain if he becomes sober."
"HELLO? Yeah…Are you going to give us the next instructions or WHAT?!" Robert questioned frustrated.
"Ah yes, yes…Can you please find some vodka that would be splendid…THANK YOU."
The four actors sighed again and looked around the abandoned ship for any vodka.
"I don't see no vodka anywhere…do you?" Michael shouted.
"No luck!" Robert replied.
"HEY BOYS! THERE!"
Robert, Danny, and Michael went and regrouped with Sarah and looked up at a frozen vodka bottle in ice on a rail.
"I'll go up there and knock it down." Michael said.
"Be my guest…"
"DIRECTOR ON SET."
"You might wanna hurry up, GEORGY'S CLOSIN' IN." Danny exclaimed.
"Hold onto your socks," Michael started to hunk at the ice with a knife and got it out as it fell to the ground near the other three without shattering. "PEACE OF CAKE."
Robert grabbed the vodka in his hands. "AW MAN THAT STINGS!"
"What do you expect, IT'S FROZEN SOLID…"
"Well I…I-"
"Just hold on for a little longer until we give 'em their stuff, K?"
"Ok Sarah."
They went away from the ship and proceeded back to the door where the four soldiers and ice queen were trapped behind.
"OK! OK! GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!"
"Will you quit whining?!" Sarah scolded.
Sarah grabbed the frozen vodka bottle and pulled it off of Robert's hand.
"OW THAT STINGS…I think I might have lost a little bit of flesh…"
"Suck it up man, we ain't gonna be out of this for a while now." Michael said.
Through a tube that lead right into the room, Sarah put the vodka in and it was sucked through and made its way inside.
"AH YES…Thank you…"
"Come on RICHTOFEN! It's singing time!"
"I'm not interested boys, sorry…"
"Really? I thought you royal highnesses get plenty of vodka no?"
"Nikolai, I never had any alcoholic beverages…I refused to touch them even wine."
"Suit yourself, this is how I, Dempsey, and Takeo over there spend our quality time in a box…Which by the way, what do you do in a box?"
"Staying hidden…trying to protect my sister…"
The woman's crying was then heard from inside.
"Nah it's ok, at least you're not alone now…I mean…yeah I dunno where your sister is right now but we got your back."
"Thank you Dempsey…"
"Mmmmmm…"
"COME ON TANK! I'M WAITING! Are we going to drink or are we hugging Elsa all day?"
"I'll keep him occupied for a while so for now…I guess Richtofen is the only concentrated one here so you should probably stay near him for a little bit."
"That's alright…"
Dempsey and Nikolai began to sing while drinking the vodka. "OHHHHH! Ninety nine shots of vodka…Ninety nine shots of glee!"
"WE DRINK FOR FUN."
"It's better than rum!"
"Ninety nine shots of vodka for me!"
Elsa let out a light chuckle.
"Hey Elsa, come over here for now…"
"What now Richtofen?"
"It is time to give our friends on the other side more instructions? YOU READY OVER THERE?"
"READY AS I'LL ALWAYS BE!" Michael yelled.
"Good so…Since they are occupied and we've worked things out. I need you to run a special errand for me. I need you to retrieve a very important device, it looks like a long, stiff, hard, golden rod... With fingers on the end, Aaaoohh, delightful."
"Why would you need a Golden Rod?"
"In due time my sweet Queen…All in GOOD TIME."
Date: February 11, 1968
Location: ?
Time: 0700 Hours
Kristoff began to wake up found himself sitting on a chair, facing the man, Hudson, with only a lamp attached to the ceiling shining down on them both, in the middle of the desk. Kristoff could see that he had his jacket removed and had dark pants on along with his blue shirt and boots. Hudson was in a white buttoned shirt and dark pants, and had dark dress shoes on, and had a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes.
Someone from the shadows placed a file on the desk and Hudson slowly began to unravel it.
"It is of great interest to understand who you are and why you are here."
"Where am I?"
"That information is classified but the information I have in this folder about you."
Hudson looked in the folder and began to read. "Kristoff, no last name. Born to a group who called themselves "The Ice men." In 1821. Adopted by an ancient race known as "The Living Rock." Occupation was harvesting and selling ice for a living. Presumed dead in July of 1845."
"Presumed dead?"
"We taken some blood samples and matched it to the DNA of this Kristoff and it is confirmed that you are truly him."
"NO! I'M Kristoff!"
"I believe you."
"Why would you believe me in fact," Kristoff jumped out of his seat and collided with the wall. "Is THIS EVEN REAL?!"
"If you don't believe me then maybe you'll believe him."
Hudson pointed to the man in the dark. The man, who was dressed almost identical to Hudson, approached Kristoff. He bent down and grabbed Kristoff by the chin.
"I never thought that it was real but…I discovered what the future is."
"Ha…HANS?! Is that you?!" Kristoff gasped.
The cast in Siberia went around the entire area, trying to retrieve the "Golden Rod" that requested for so deeply. It took a while to figure out how to figure out everything from using a submarine light to shine on the lighthouse, getting a weapon from the mystery box called the VR-11, trying to get a zombie sucked into the light that was shining in the lighthouse to collect it's entity but after all that work, the Golden Rod finally revealed itself.
"Ok…" Sarah said, reaching out to grab it.
"So THAT'S a Golden Rod huh…" Michael contemplated.
"Let's just give 'em their goods." Robert said.
They went back to the closet and gave them the rod through the tube.
"Is that a rod in your pocket Richtofen?"
"Nein Dempsey…I've got us what we needed."
"How are we going to get out?"
"Don't worry Elsa, the teleporter should be functional…So…Thank you so much for helping us out there. Goodbye!"
Electric sounds began to rumble from inside followed by a breakdown.
"What happened Richtofen?"
"Well it appears that the fuse box shorted out…AGAIN."
"So what now?"
"Should I get out and push milady?"
"I don't think that's possible."
"Grr…This better be more rewarding than last time…Stupid Gersh…"
Danny went over to the fuse box near the door and noticed that it was sparking out slightly. What he did was, he used his knife to hit it and it began to fix itself as the sparking stopped and it came back online.
"Thank you again stranger! Perhaps we will see you another time! Goodbye!"
"Yo sauerkraut, you never told any of us why you brought us to…wherever this is."
"ALL IN GOOD TIME MY CLEVER DEMPSEY, ALL IN GOOD TIME."
The sound of someone throwing up was then heard once more.
"That what he gets for eating RAW FISH!"
The electrical sounds was heard again then it faded away and there was complete silence in the room.
"…That's it?" Michael asked.
Something blue and shiny with marks that the cast recognized as the Death Machine power up, popped out of nowhere.
"Another Death Machine? Who wants it?" Sarah asked.
"I'll take it." Robert said, walking into it.
In his hands, a strange looking device with electricity sparking out of it's muzzle.
"LIGHTNING IS POWER!" A demonic voice exclaimed.
"The hell's a Wunderwaffe?"
In 1942, Hans followed both Sergeant Viktor Reznov and Private Dimitri Petrenko of the Red Army. Through the ruins of Stalingrad…It was all too quiet as Reznov led them through burned buildings, avoiding Nazi troops anyway they can. Reznov was equipped with his PPSH-41, and Dimitri had his Mosin Rifle Sniper Rifle while Hans was given a Walther P38 to use with his sword. Reznov had this desire to hunt down someone named General Amsel and preached about change. "Mark my words comrade…One day things will change. We will take the fight to their people, their land, their blood."
Further on, Hans followed Dimitri and Viktor throughout the buildings still hunted. Dimitri was able to demonstrate his sniping skills, defeating an enemy sniper that had tried to kill them. When they kept moving and was encountered by a German patrol in which they made an attempt to hide, they were ultimately found by a trained dog. The German patrol attempted to try and burn them from the inside but Reznov led them out safely, barely escaping an explosion.
To Hans, it appeared that navigating the war-torn city has diminished their luck as three Germans, one including equipped with a flamethrower, which still astonished Hans, came and was about to give Reznov a gruesome death. Before they could burn him, bullets flew and took down all three Nazi soldiers. More Russian soldiers rushed in for their rescue.
"Dimitri? We thought you were among the dead in the massacre at the square!"
"He was among them but not one of them."
"Who is this?" The soldier questioned, pointing at Hans.
"For now I consider him a friend. He too was at the fountain like Dimitri but yet he is not in our uniform strangely." Reznov said. "He calls himself Hans…He expects me to believe that he is the same legendary hero of Arrendelle. Prince Hans of the Southern Isles."
"I AM!" Hans yelled. "I jumped time and somehow I ended up in that fountain!"
"Regardless, we are counting on as much men as possible. We are about to assault the communications tower north of here!"
"GOOD. Such a move will prevent the German command calling for help…Dimitri and I shall provide cover fire from above. Wait until you hear the screams of dying Germans."
"Should I go with the others?" Hans asked.
"No, you will come with us." Reznov reached down near the dead German soldier and picked up his rifle. "You will assist Dimitri and I and prove to us how much skill you have on the battlefield."
Hans gladly accepted the rifle. Looking down at it, it appeared to be in the same shape as the object that Takeo had pointed at him before. He figured since he was in a war-torn future, holding something similar to the four strange soldiers would have carried, he thought that it was time to learn how to use it just as Takeo had.
"Watch Dimitri first…I suspect if you truly have no knowledge in handling that rifle." Reznov requested.
Hans understood and nodded. Reznov, Dimitri and Hans climbed up a latter and looked down at the street with Germans inspecting the street, going about their guard patrols.
"Dimitri, do you see the flamethrowers? Choose your moment, exploding the fuel tank will incinerate anyone standing nearby."
Hans watched as Dimitri took aim.
"Comrade Hans listen..." Dimitri began. "Lean into the rifle stock, aim through the sights, take a deep breath, focus on your target and..." He fired a shot at the flamethrower tank and blew up three other soldiers along with it.
"EXCELLENT AIM DIMITRI!" Reznov cried. "Give covering fire to our comrades below."
Reznov used his PPSH-41 and Dimitri continued to snipe. Hans tried to duplicate what Dimitri said about handling a rifle.
"Lean into the stock, use the sights, deep breath and..."
Hans pulled the trigger but missed his target and fell down. He got back up and tried again. This time, he only grazed the soldier and managed to shoot through his arm.
"As time goes on, we shall improve your skill." Reznov said. "But there is potential within you. Will you stay with our army?"
"...I shall stay and FIGHT WITH YOU! It's for the FUTURE!" Hans yelled.
"Good, exactly what I want to hear!" Reznov chuckled.
Richtofen and his group got out of the teleportation sequence. They looked around and what they could see was two dragons carved in rock, an array of stairs, and the sound of monkeys spread around.
"We are in an ancient temple and yet the power needs to be turned on? That's a weird combo." Richtofen thought aloud.
"WAIT! Where's Dempsey?!" Elsa freaked. "DEMPSEY!"
"Ah too bad...The American has finally given in."
Elsa almost burst but launched out an ice ball at the stairs unintentionally.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Elsa demanded.
"I did nothing! The game only allows for four players!"
"Richtofen, what is this players you are talking about."
"What I meant to say WAS...Dempsey is either dead, or he has teleported to...somewhere...I don't know."
"You didn't do that on purpose did you doctor?" Nikolai asked.
"Nein I assure you that's what happened. It appears that the game has allowed Elsa to take Dempsey's place for no or some apparent reason." Richtofen responded.
"So what now...?" Nikolai asked. "Vodka?"
"Nikolai..." Takeo pointed.
Other people approached them...Some wore military outfits with gas masks while others were dressed in village ware. Some had loose yellow pants and others who were female had a shirt, their hair done up in a bun, and loose pants. These people weren't exactly people anymore...
"Why are their eyes glowing yellow?" Elsa asked.
Nikolai took aim with an M1911 and put a bullet through a zombies brain. "Welcome to our world Queen comrade."
